The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Overthrows The Male Protagonist Novels & Stories

I floated in midair and quietly looked down at everything below. The wicked had finally received their punishment, but Dad and I could never come back. After Joel was taken to the punishment chamber, he didn't last long before losing his mind completely. He was chained in a dark corner, his clothing in tatters, his festering skin stuck to the filthy fabric. He was incoherent and delirious all day, muttering the same words over and over. He giggled at times and choked up at others. "I transmigrated… I just need to find a way back… I want to go back to the modern world…"

The company faced a massive capital shortfall and could go bankrupt at any moment. Barely two days later, Lucille came to me. She had shed her fake, innocent act. Her current gaze was full of resentment and bitter unwillingness. She blocked my path and snapped, "You've had Casper for so long, Sabrina. Why can't you just let him go? "Why did you have to strip away everything he worked so hard to build? You already have everything, so why do you have to be so ruthless?" The comments above her head started cursing me out again.

His face was pale, but he worked hard to maintain the grim, stoic expression of a 'disabled hero. "Ms. Cole, tell us—what exactly happened in the high-infection zone? Why did Captain Kane suddenly detonate a concussion grenade?" A reporter in the camp commander's pocket asked the question, delivering the question loudly and exactly as scripted. The instant Jasmine heard my name, she began to shake. A raw, piercing sob tore from her throat, as if she were reliving unspeakable terror and humiliation.

But no matter how she cursed, Alaric did not dare to make even the slightest move. Only when Rowan stepped forward with a blade did she finally break. As blood spilled, Lydia's broken pleas and screams rang out. "No, I'm a transmigrator! I'm from the future! I can help all of you so much! I don't want to die..." His Majesty snorted and shook his head, before glancing at Alaric who stood stiffly in place. "So, this is what she used to bewitch you?"

I just rolled my eyes, I was fed up with this. "Just take it." Just take it and consider me as a neutral person who would do no harm to Natalie, please don't kill me. I remembered how Nova wrote his character growth in the original novel. He's ruthless and destroys everything that goes against him and "his Natalie". I read about a scene where a drunk guy that harassed Natalie lost not only his right hand but his family business as well. 'I don't wanna lose a limb so please just take the band-aid.' "Oh, by the way." Before I completely left I turned around and gave him the form that I was supposed to pass. 'Since he's the president I might as well just give it to him'. I handed him the form a

Before she could finish, all the screens in the hall, including the reporters’ laptops and phones, suddenly changed. A high-definition video started playing on its own. The scene showed a hallway inside a mental hospital. Ryan glared at a doctor. “Increase the dosage! I want him so broken that he should be unable to even think.” The doctor hesitated. “Mr. White, if we keep this up, he’ll die.” Ryan sneered. “Good! That’ll save me the trouble. “I should be Moon’s husband! Xavier doesn’t deserve it.” Then, the screen switched to another video.

[Rosanna's POV] After suddenly dying from working too much, I realized that I had transmigrated into a novel that I'd been reading late into the night a few days ago. Unfortunately, I was neither the main female lead nor any of the supporting cast. Instead, I was the cannon fodder who was slated to only appear for a few scenes in the front before getting killed off after a while. The system bound to me told me that I was the wife of the story's main antagonist and the mother of the secondary antagonist. My mission was to change the trajectory of their lives and help them forge their own paths.

The crowd watched in hushed anticipation, the air thick with expectation. "Take your aims, sirs." The crowd watched in anticipation. "And Fire!" At the signal, both men turned and fired their pistols simultaneously. The shots rang out, echoing through the grove. Both men squeezed the trigger, but only one shot ranf out, silencing the birds. A look of shock and disbelief crossed Simon's face as he realised his treachery had backfired. He clutched his side where a bullet had struck, his sly smile replaced by a grimace of pain.

For a long moment, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, silent, then I exhaled slowly. Of course. If I had transmigrated into a novel… then the first thing any reasonable person would try to do was simple. Change the plot. Just like every transmigrator in those stories, avoid the tragic ending, escape the fate written by the author. So that’s exactly what I tried to do, my first decision was simple. Divorce Salvatore Mancini. If Lena Carter’s tragedy began with this marriage… then removing the marriage should remove the tragedy too. It sounded logical, simple, almost laughably easy, until the day I tried it.

The transmigrator's face revealed a grim expression looking at the savage looking man before him, releasing his Essence without a care of the chaotic Essence ravaging his innards. This fucker had actually broken through mid-battle!